byun euijoo

the station is nearly empty when euijoo steps up to the elevator at 12:09 am, the fluorescent lights buzzing faintly overhead and the air carrying that particular late-night chill that only comes after too many hours under office lighting.

he notices you a second later standing a few feet away with the same drained posture he knows he must be wearing himself, and the two of you exchange the kind of formal little bow that feels almost ridiculous at this hour, both of you murmuring quiet greetings that dissolve quickly into silence while you wait. the elevator arrives empty and euijoo lets you step in first out of habit, following after and taking up a polite amount of space near the back wall, already thinking about how soon he’ll be home and horizontal.

then the doors are about to close when a sudden wave of people pours in all at once — packs of school kids who definitely shouldn’t be out this late, loud partiers still smelling like alcohol and cheap perfume, other overworked office workers just as dead-eyed as the two of you — and the car fills so completely that the polite distance euijoo tried to keep vanishes in seconds. bodies shove him backward until his shoulders hit the wall and you are pressed flush against him, your back to his chest, the soft curve of your ass seated firmly against the front of his pants with nowhere else for either of you to go.

“sorry .. im sorry.” euijoo mutters under his breath, head turned slightly to the side so he isn’t breathing in the scent of your hair, trying not to look like some kind of creep even as the heat of your body soaks straight through his dress shirt.

every small shift of the elevator makes you rock against him and he has to lock his jaw to keep from making a sound, cock thickening helplessly against you no matter how hard he tries to will it down. your phone starts vibrating inside your purse and the sound is quiet but the sensation is not. the purse is trapped right between your body and his and every pulse goes straight through the fabric and against his clothed dick, a steady merciless rhythm that has euijoo’s stomach tightening and his breath turning shallow. he almost loses it right there in the packed elevator, eyes half-lidded and face burning while he stares at the illuminated floor numbers like they might save him.

when the elevator finally empties and people start spilling out onto the platform you shift forward to step off, but just before you can clear the doors euijoo reaches past you and hits the emergency stop. the car jolts hard and the doors stay shut, leaving the two of you alone in the sudden quiet. euijoo is still right behind you, chest rising and falling against your back in uneven breaths, the heat of him soaking through your clothes where you’re pressed together. for a second he doesn’t say anything at all, just stands there with his head slightly lowered and his hand clenched near his side, when he finally speaks his voice comes out low and rough around the edges, a little shaky like he’s still trying to keep control of it.

“look at what you’ve done to me... you were pressed against me the whole time and then your phone .. wouldn’t stop and i almost— take responsibility for this.”

he lifts his eyes just enough to meet yours in the mirrored wall of the elevator, ears flushed deep red and his jaw tight, the outline of his cock still hard against you where your body hasn’t fully pulled away from his.